He's still a little self-conscious of -- a great many things, really -- yet he follows John's advice and plucks aside the blanket to slip himself underneath them nonetheless. It does feel better like this, though his feet will still take some time to warm up again. He glances aside at John, before down at his hands in his lap. Folded over the blanket as they are.

"John," Ianto says, quietly. "Is this. Alright? With you, I mean. Why are..." He lets out a soft sigh before he pushes himself to continue. "I hope that you aren't just doing this for my sake. Because I can. Technically they're still two separate beds, even like this..."